She come with beauty


She goes with unhappy


As she takes the hearts


She has no mercy


Her heart knows any kindly


She was very smart


She passed and looked


With the end of her sight


The hearts become imprisoned


She ordered ,they obeyed


She talked ,they listened


She pointed ,they raced


She stood ,they stood


She moved ,they followed


She went , they were gone


Who returns that run?

There is a light following behind me.
Making a angry shadow in front of me.
Should I turn to the safety of the light;
Or investigate my curiosity in a parallel universal fight.
The light beckons for me to come home where everything will be fine.
The shadow represents my future self within my new design.
For me to accept this new variation of myself I must slow down time.
I must accept and inspect from my past design.
The influence of the light has brought to this confrontation.
The maddening thought is how can I change without positive reconciliation.
As the light fades on another day.
Will I change in some other way.
The decision is to try to make a change on myself.
By putting all life’s tragedy’s on the shelf.
Forget them and stash them far beyond the comprehension of oneself.
Deep into my memories I will dwell.
With the rising of another day.
I see my shadow and look on it with dismay.
Have I changed?
Maybe I have just rearranged.
Whatever is done is done.
Next time I meet my shadow I might turn and run.
Although change might be good for me.
I most of time I do not see.
The light carry’s us away.
No longer will we be crowded in dismay.

You knew it
Said it
Better sometimes if it wasn't mentioned.
Reflection of my actions
Till before, I didn't get it.

Claiming a name to gain people's attention.
C and P are the letters,
That's who they credited.

I'll be better than you,
Boy was I the fool.
To think that I could try and be cool, changing the game to what I thought ruled.
Just remember me then and see me now for what I am.
A future

Who have you changed into?
Where is the guy I knew?
What have you done with my friend?
All I know, he can't be you.

Maybe you fear to be whole again,
to feel complete.
You've  felt broken for so long,
that you found comfort in it.
Your scared to take the chance of feeling complete in fear it will fall apart.
So you accept being broken
and smile on.